Chapter 211
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The man staggered off the horse. His legs were unstable and he almost tripped on the ground. He looked like a mess.
He stuck out his tongue and licked his lower lip, slightly relieving the stinging pain from his chapped lips. His bloodshot eyes were wide open as he knelt on the ground. While secretly slowing down his breathing, he secretly thought about the speech he had prepared before.
After a long time, the sound of rustling footsteps could be heard from afar. That person hurriedly pinched his thigh, using the pain to dispel his drowsy consciousness. His chest was beating like thunder, and the powerful heartbeat was extremely clear in his ears.
He lowered his head and saw a greenish-brown figure pass by him. The figure went straight to the seat of honor and sat down. There was a sweet smell in the air.
Even though Meng County was in chaos, Meng Zhan, the leader of the Meng's and the County Chief of Meng County, still lived a delicate life.
After a while, the man on the seat of honor asked him, "Has Second Langjun arrived in Shangjing?"
His voice was calm and steady for his age. His tone was elegant and graceful, as if he was reciting a poem.
This kind of tone was popular in the past two years. It was a popular fashion among the aristocratic families. Many people purposely followed it and tried to be cultured.
Some people learned it and sounded pretentious, like a male duck with a hoarse voice. People who didn't know better would think that the person had a problem with his voice.
Some people had a unique voice. Their tone seemed to be tailor-made for them. Once they opened their mouths, they sounded elegant.
Meng Zhan belonged to the latter. Many aristocratic ladies in Cangzhou secretly praised him for his elegance. He could suck people's souls away when he opened his mouth.
The face of the squire on the ground darkened. He knocked his head on the ground. The sound was deep and powerful. Even the ground trembled.
The squire's blood drained from his face. His face was as white as paper. He knocked his head on the ground, but his fingers were still shaking.
His palms quickly secreted sweat, which soon became damp, revealing the uneasiness in his heart.
"I'm useless. I couldn't do what you asked of me. Second Langjun … Second Langjun was … was captured by that traitor, Meng Hun."
Meng Zhan's eyes turned cold. He threw the teacup in his hand. It hit the squire's forehead and the hot tea splashed on his face.
"Second Langjun was captured by Meng Hun?" He opened his peach blossom eyes slightly, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised. He asked in a sinister tone, "I sent a team of you there, but you couldn't even protect the Second Langjun. What use do the Meng family have for you pieces of trash?"
The squire who could be arrogant in front of ordinary people and even the Hejian County Chief didn't dare to defend himself.
As Meng Zhan's squire, he knew what was right. Arguing would only make Meng Zhan even angrier and angrier.
There was a wound on his forehead, and blood was flowing out. The tea stains mixed with the blood were all over his face, but he didn't dare to raise his hand to wipe it off.
After waiting for a while, Meng Zhan's anger had cooled down a little. The servant said in a trembling voice, "Please don't be angry, Laoye. It's not that I didn't protect Second Langjun to the best of my ability. It's just that Meng Hun and his gang are too cunning and insidious …"
He was the leader of the Meng's and the Meng County Chief's man. Meng Zhan could understand something as simple as this.
He was the leader of the Meng's and the Meng County Chief's man. He could see something as simple as this.
If Meng Liang was already dead, this cowardly squire wouldn't dare to return to Meng County. He would've run away.
"You are wise, Meng Zhan. That traitor wanted to take Second Langjun as a hostage to extort money. I was afraid that the traitor wouldn't treat Second Langjun well, so I rode fast. I exhausted more than ten horses to come back and report the news to Meng Zhan. "
He took out an object wrapped in silk and held it above his head respectfully. "Please examine it, Meng Zhan."
Meng Zhan winked at the maid beside him. The silk package was presented to him.
He opened it. There were two scrolls inside.
One was written by Meng Liang. It sounded proud and full of disdain for Meng Hun's actions.
The other was written by a stranger. It simply stated that they didn't have to kill Meng Liang, but Meng Hun had to fulfill their demands.
"Hehe … Meng Liang only said he would give five hundred dans, but this scroll changed it to two thousand dans … Born as a peasant, he is short-sighted."
Meng Zhan threw the letter aside. His eyes were full of disdain and contempt.
The head of the entourage swallowed and said, "Master, the grain … Are we really going to give it to him?"
Meng Zhan said casually. His peach blossom eyes were filled with arrogance. "Of course I'm going to give it to him."
The head of the entourage was shocked.
"It's only two thousand dans. Only a peasant like him would value it so much." Meng Zhan snorted and said coldly, "Follow my order. Go to the granary and transfer three thousand dans. Send a team to deliver the grain. Do everything for Second Langjun's safety. As long as he takes the grain, we'll forget everything. Just take it as my final farewell fee for him as the boss … "
The head of the entourage was stunned. Three thousand dans of grain?
Give it all to Meng Hun?
Meng Hun was asking for an exorbitant price, but he only asked for two thousand dans.
Meng Zhan saw that the head of the entourage was confused. He laughed inside and didn't bother to explain.
Why did Meng Hun betray the Meng's?
Why did he burn down the Rearguard Commandery?
Why did he chase after Meng Liang for thousands of miles?
Wasn't it all in the name of revenge for his wife and daughter?
Now, two thousand dans was enough to make Meng Hun give up killing Meng Liang. What did it mean?
It meant that the innocence and even the life of his wife and daughter could be bought off with two thousand dans of grain. That was the price.
If that was the case, as his old boss, he should be more generous!
Meng Hun sold his wife and daughter, and he was kind enough to give an extra thousand dans.
It seemed to be a generous gesture, but it was actually disdain and humiliation.
Three thousand dans of grain was not even a drop in the bucket for the Meng's.
If Meng Hun dared to take the grain, the Meng's would spread the news when Meng Liang was safe.
From then on, the man who wanted to avenge his wife and daughter would become a liar. He would sell them all for some grain.
When the lady in the backyard heard that Meng Liang had been caught, she was worried and frightened at first, but she soon calmed down.
She gracefully picked up a pastry and said with disdain, "This is how the lowly people are born. They have no backbone. They would do anything for a grain. This is considered selling their wife and daughter. If you knew this would happen, why did you do it? If you lost your wife and daughter, you could just remarry and have another child. You made such a big fuss that you lost your position as the County Commandery. You made my son suffer, and made Langjun work so hard for Meng County … "
Meng Hun's wife and daughter were just lowly people. How could they be compared to Meng Liang, who was of noble blood?
She didn't even blame the mother and daughter for tarnishing Meng Liang's reputation.
"Achoo …"
Meng Hun sneezed and raised his hand to pinch his itchy nose. The two troops around him stared at him.
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